Chapter 385: Use a Knife to Kill the Beast!

The intelligence regarding Mil has been successfully leaked to the Morale beast tribe camp ten miles away.

Upon learning of the situation, the beast tribe leader Morale decided to use this information to eliminate Baron Mil.

After all, according to Babik's report, Mil has guards capable of fighting beast warriors one-on-one.

If true, this would be a serious threat to their orc army.

Their operation will take place at midnight tonight, deploying one thousand orc warriors and three thousand auxiliary troops.

Intelligence Four: Milat will be attacked this afternoon; although the townspeople escaped in time, dozens of villagers were still killed or injured.

Intelligence Five: Adam will be drinking at the Golden Shield Tavern in Redstone City at noon today, but he will encounter a descendant of the Hernd family with the Asphyxia bloodline.

And he will be humiliated by this bloodline descendant.

Intelligence Six: Tonight will be a clear night, with not a single cloud in the sky and a brilliant full moon.

Ding! Daily intelligence has been refreshed!

Wow! Gavis exclaimed in amazement!

In the morning, Gavis woke up naturally after a good sleep.

He had expected to spend another idle day, but instead received these shocking daily intelligence reports.

Spread the news about Mil to the beasts?

How could these two individuals sink so low?

Yesterday, the intelligence system had already informed him of the meeting between Willard and Solit.

But Gavis hadn't paid it much attention.

After all, no matter what, they would continue causing him trouble—that was inevitable.

So, he'd deal with them as they came.

But when they went so far as to betray their own people and the kingdom, it truly shocked Gavis.

And the orcs, upon receiving the information, dispatched over a thousand orc warriors and three thousand auxiliary troops.

It seems they truly care about Mil.

If Gavis mobilized his full strength, he could certainly withstand such an orc force.

For example, by unleashing all his artillery and setting up an optimal defensive position in advance, the orcs would stand no chance against him.

But if he still relied solely on these two or three thousand men from the Southern Region to defeat so many orcs and their auxiliaries,

the orcs might truly come to see him as a thorn in their side.

In the northern front, being targeted by the orcs is extremely dangerous unless you're safely tucked away far behind the lines.

This would effectively help Willard and Solit achieve their goal.

That's the last thing Gavis wants to see.

After a moment of deep thought, Gavis came up with a good plan.

Since he didn't want to reveal too much of his own strength, he needed to borrow a blade to obscure his own brilliance.

And wasn't Adam the perfect blade?

……

"You're Adam? Evan's useless older brother?"

"Who are you, sir?"

Inside Redstone City.

Although the main army couldn't enter the city due to the orcs' looming threat, noble heirs like Adam managed to enter via basket lifts.

They entered Redstone City not out of concern for safety, but because the city's taverns offered them comfortable places to drink and dine.

Although numerous merchant caravans usually follow armies on campaign,

with the orcs just ten miles away, none dared approach—they all hid behind the wooden fort at the valley entrance, waiting for news.

Only if the army wins decisively and drives the orcs away will those merchants dare come to trade.

Impatient noble heirs couldn't wait, so the city's taverns became the best available entertainment.

And since there were only one or two upscale taverns in town, the noble heirs naturally congregated there.

Hearing the impolite question beside him, Adam frowned slightly, confused and annoyed.

"Me? Hah! Don't you know who I am? Tell him who I am!"

The man showed no fear of provoking Adam, the eldest son of a marquis, and grew even more arrogant.

"Adam, this is Lord Wyatt of the Hernd family, the second grandson of Duke Hernd!"

The Hernd family?

Adam froze.

Actually, he should have realized it the moment they mentioned Evan's name.

Now that he knew their identity, Adam naturally lost the nerve to confront them.

Still, he couldn't just stay silent: "Lord Wyatt, I've never provoked you—please don't target me! Otherwise, I'll have my father appeal directly to Duke Hernd!"

"Besides, whether I have ability or not will be proven on the battlefield!"

"Tell my grandfather? Hmph! That's all you've got?"

"And battlefield? You're talking about the battlefield? Adam, how many times have you even been to the Northern Frontier? How many royal campaigns have you participated in?"

"Probably never, right? Be careful you don't end up as the orcs' dinner! Hah!"

Laughing, Wyatt didn't linger—he was genuinely wary of Adam threatening to report him to his grandfather.

Besides, his main purpose was to drink and have fun; Adam was merely an incidental encounter.

He had come to deliberately humiliate Adam because of a letter his aunt had sent his father, weeping about the situation.

After all, Evan carries half the Hernd bloodline—he should be the rightful heir of the Austen family.

Yet the Marquis of Austen seemed unwilling to accept that.

"Adam! Don't mind him—let's drink more!"

After Wyatt left, Adam's friends dared to speak up and comfort him.

After all, Wyatt wasn't just a direct Hernd heir—he was also impressively powerful.

They simply couldn't afford to antagonize him.

"No thanks, you guys drink on—I'm heading back."

Adam had no appetite to drink anymore.

Wyatt's words had struck a nerve.

Compared to someone like Wyatt, he truly wasn't particularly outstanding.

He had grown up in his maternal grandfather's count's household.

Though his grandfather treated him kindly, resources were limited—he couldn't be trained like a marquis's heir.

As a result, his overall abilities fell short of those of other marquis or duke heirs.

In fact, in terms of exposure and experience, he even lagged behind his younger brother, Evan.

His only advantage might be that he hadn't developed Evan's reckless, indulgent nature.

At least he still knew how to work hard.

But does hard work even matter?

Will his coming here truly lay the foundation for his claim to the inheritance, as Lord Harry had promised?

Unconsciously, Adam had already exited the city via the basket lift.

Just as he was about to head toward the Austen family camp, someone blocked his path.

Adam wondered—was someone else here to bother him?

"Are you Lord Adam?"

"Who are you?" Adam asked, puzzled by the unfamiliar knight before him.

"Lord Adam, Lord Harry sent me to deliver a message to you!" The knight pulled out a half-silver emblem.

"Lord Harry?!" Adam was stunned and delighted, then quickly fumbled at his waist and pulled out a silver pendant—another half-silver emblem.

The two pieces fit together perfectly.

"Where is Lord Harry?" Adam asked eagerly.

"Lord Adam, Lord Harry is not here—he only sent me to deliver this extremely important intelligence—you must not miss it!"